What Day Is It?

I feel all out of sorts, because I got so much done yesterday. I'm not used to the feeling of accomplishment. It's pretty groovy.

Yes, the grocery shopping . . . I can't believe how much I complained and then it went so smoothly. If any of you prayed for me . . . well, thank you so much, because it worked!

I had pulled into a parking slip near the entrance of a busy commissary, feeling very giddy about scoring such a close spot to the doors on a rainy day! But, then I looked at the two packages on the passenger seat and said an "oh, shit!", hemmed and hawed about two seconds, determined to mail the blasted boxes out . . . backed out (carefully - I'll just about break my neck these days to be ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN no one is behind me) and drove the block over to the post. There was a longer wait in that queue than I experienced at the commissary an hour later (there was no queue at the commissary), but even that wasn't too bad. Then, I found a parking slip even closer to the door on my return. Yes, I thanked Jesus. I wasn't in the commissary more than an hour when I came back out again with over $300 worth of groceries. Our norm is $250 at the most, so this was a big deal! The bagger was nice and did a great job (no can chasing when I got home). The dog was kenneled when I burst through the door, the kids were helpful in hauling it all in. Brilliant!

My friend, JoMary, sent her eldest up with crapes she'd made. Can you say "yum" like a kid who's just discovered candy? Yum! My girl brewed some coffee for me to drink with the crapes - I hadn't eaten yet and it was all so yummy! Then, I finished up my neighbour Christmas goodies, delivered them, and stopped by JoMary's and she made me her tea. Yum!

I did not have to go to the Scout's Court of Honor last night, either, so I had a quiet hour to pray before I played LIFE (the board game) with my two younger ones.

And, my eldest didn't mind when I kissed him "ciao" this morning - fervently! I lovingly made him a swiss cheese, turkey, butter lettuce on sourdough sandwich. Ah, the sweetness of motherhood restored.